“You have no idea the damage you’ve done on my heart, the number you’ve done on my head. You don’t…”

You have no idea the damage you’ve done on my heart, the number you’ve done on my head. You don’t understand I love you like I’m in love with you. As bad as it is, as pathetic as it sounds, I would likely take you back right now. After everything you’ve done to me I still love you. Sick and twisted. Fucked up and demented, I still love you. I would give anything to be with you, the person that you described to me in the beginning. My neurotic, but responsible homebody. The fun but super OCD man that loves me and is a good cook, something I never got to experience.